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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: sung Thormod:
"I am not blooming; and the fair
And slender maiden loves to care
For blooming youths. Few care for me,
With Fenri's gold meal I can't fee;"
and so forth, improvising after the old Norse fashion. Then Thormod
got up and went to the fire, and stood and warmed himself. And the
nurse-girl said to him, "Go out, man, and bring some of the split-
firewood which lies outside the door." He went out and brought an
armful of wood and threw it down. Then the nurse-girl looked him in
the face, and said, "Dreadful pale is this man. Why art thou so?"
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